Personally, after the zombie debacle, the Scarlet Witch was looking for less of a system shock and more of a vacation(one that didn't end in a close friend trying to murder prostitutes). By the looks of the barren landscape of endless desert that the portal saw fit to spit them out into, she wasn't likely to get her wish. If they actually survived this misadventure intact, Tony was taking her out to the Bahamas, no objections.
Although Tony could enjoy the scenery, Wanda could only think how that scarlet sunset meant that a very cold night was soon to fall over those impeccably white dunes of sand. "Lovely," she acknowledged, trying to keep the edge from her voice as her gaze strayed higher, to the point in the sky where blue was fading into black and the evening's first few stars peppered the darkness. Lovely, yes, all of it, perfectly picturesque. And dangerous. A good view couldn't have been what they stepped through that portal for.
"Anything?" she asked, closing her eyes on the tableau and trying to ignore the prickling of her skin as a chilly wind swept past them and kicked up swirls of sand. Wanda focused, trying to find something herself, an energy or magic or something she could feel. Anything at all in this bone dry wasteland.